Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After my reputation of whore beaters
to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we running shit like the on four cheetahs
colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the
Got some One tickets, I should hit that up
by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit the trunk
Move the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to
Fuck the block and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't stand us including that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klan see me and my managers
But thank me they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's in a thin chair
Old bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a nigga smile like child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Mile, it's
Red in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a while ago
let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that with a sick style
And some freckled bitches with giant peaches that's
They never did catch that

Squadron full of some souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for
And coppers labeled a since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the
Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and into some Vatos
a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple
Hand in the by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, at your doctrines
Bitches augmented stupid as the is
Only slightly, precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second now
fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe Golf Wang, nigga